Page 48 of Mustang Valley

“You want to see what kind of mouth I have on me?” I flare my nostrils. “Open those luscious legs.”

She spreads them slightly. I wet my finger and slide it through her dripping folds.

“Wider, baby.”

She obeys and has her nimble legs so wide open for me I wonder if she used to be a ballerina. I sink my fingers into her thighs, easing them open that little bit wider with pressure, and stare at her pretty little pussy. Prettier than I imagined. The mere sight of it is making me so hard the skin of my cock is stretched to the extreme. It almost hurts being this hard. But it’s the best kind of pain ever. It’s a pain us men endure because the relief is ten times sweeter than any you’d ever feel.

“You’re staring…” Her voice wavers.

“A body like this is enough to make me lose my mind…”

“Dash…” Her cheeks stain from the praise.

I lower myself onto the bed, my cock rasps the sheets. I can’t help but rub myself on the stretched cotton because the touch of anything right now on my tight skin is divine. I’m panting at the thought of wetting my dick between her folds, sinking into her dewy insides, having her pussy wrapped tightly around me.

But more than getting off myself, I want to satisfy her. I’m going to make this woman feel so good she sees stars. I trail kisses up from her knee to her thigh, dotting my lips right up to her center, and rub my nose over her clit.

“Mmmm….” She moans.

I want more. More mewling. More moaning. She’s not the only one who likes praise, but I want it in the form of her cum dripping down my chin.

“Look at this pussy. Already soaking the bedsheets, Sunshine. Desperate for my dick.”

She claws at my shoulders. “Dash…”

The sound of my name out of her mouth sends me crazy, but I hold steady. I can’t just dive right into a woman like this. She deserves to be savored. Devoured slowly so I’ll never forget her taste.

I lick from her entrance up her folds, lapping slowly all the way to her clit. I lick like she’s a goddamn ice cream on a hot summer’s day. I circle around her sensitive nub like I don’t want to spill a drop. I don’t. I try not to think about how I’ll never have her skin on mine again after this, but I do, which slows me down even more, as if I might even be able to make time stand still and pause right here, forgetting the rest of my lonely future.

I never thought of being lonely before spending time around Molly.

I push her thighs into the mattress and pepper kisses in the crease of her hip. I run my fingers along her soft outer folds, feathering the slightest touch, making her squirm and build up to wanting this as much as I do.

As if she ever could.

As much as I’m trying to go slowly, my near to bursting cock is telling me I won’t last forever. It hasn’t had anything more than my palm for years now, and Molly is my personal idea of perfect. Her tits, her hips, her brown eyes, and thick thighs… ten out of fucking ten.

When her nails scratch my skin and her fingers tear at my arms, I know she’s ready for more, too, and I need this. I need her, with or without words to ask for it.

With a flat tongue, I sweep from entrance to clit, feeling every ripple as I go, and it doesn’t take long before I give up the slow dance and dive right in. My nose drips with her desire, my stubble is soaked, my chin is balmy with lust. I’d paint myself with her cum if I could. She writhes underneath me, and I groan into her core, grunt like a goddamn animal.

I swirl my tongue. “You are so fucking delicious.”

She threads her fingers through my hair, pushing my head deeper into her core. She squirms underneath me. Her clit grows at my touch, and I know she’s close. I lick two fingers and plunge them inside her. I ease them in and out, curling them at the top when they’re deep inside.

“Ah…” she gasps. “Fuck…”

That’s exactly what I do. I fuck her with my fingers and eat her out with more fervor than anything I’ve ever done. I want to bring this woman to ecstasy. I want to make her see stars…

Molly digs her nails into my shoulder blades, her legs tense, her toes curl, and I suck her rock-hard clit into my mouth as she lets out a cry.

“Oh my God…”

She pulses under my tongue. Hot, silky cum soaks my hand right down to my palm, and I clench my jaw, hold myself back from releasing right here on the bed, because the feeling of Molly coming on my face is enough to make me spill, too. Shit, before this, the mere thought of her worked.

When the wave stops crashing through her, I kiss her thigh and sit up. Her cheeks are full of blush. Her eyes are heavy and lazy.

She covers her face and hides from my admiration.

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